User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160429061338/@comment-1298206-20160709144259

''The spear cut down a nearby squirrel. Abigail tore her gaze away from the squirrel as it fell to the ground and redirected it towards their pursuers for a split second before continuing to force herself to keep on charging ahead. Her breathing was rapid and her footpaws pounded hard against the earth as the adrenaline kicked in.''